Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
ATC: Quilted Wolfman
The monster is from leftover material I have from the first quilt I made. This little card is my first attempt at binding the edge. Not too bad.
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